…to listen to off-the-cuff remarks by the leading Democratic presidential candidate and not have to listen to that mumbling, bent-over, coughing, croaky-voiced rickety old goat who, as Bill Maher said last weekend, appears to be “one gentle breeze away from death.”

I’ve never liked Kamala Harris‘s voice — that thin, nasally, reedy, sharp-toned, half-squeaky quality — but it’s so wonderful to know that she’s capable of crafting and expressing complete sentences, and that Droolin’ Joe is finally out of the game and that I’ll never be obliged to listen to him again.

I realize Kamala is basically a selling-point figurehead who will presumably energize lefties and independents of all shapes and sizes, and that if she’s elected on 11.5.24 the West Wing advisers and staffers will be the ones handling the actual nuts-and-bolts. But…

Strange as this may sound, I’ve been feeling semi-enthused about the identity factor. I actually kinda like the DEI boost — first woman president, first African + Jamaican-descended president, first partly Asian president.

Plus I’m starting to think she may win after all. Americans like new stuff, new faces and voices, etc. Plus she’s under 60!